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My Colorado Day
Contributed by
Eireannach
on
Thursday, 12th February 2009 @ 12:11:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Burning eyes, campfire smoke
So begins my Colorado day
“Musical rocks” with each shifting breeze
“Smoke follows beauty” is lauded with chuckles
Then replaced by coughs or still tired groans
Pine branches snapping amid popping sparks
Where breakfast was never better
Upstream or down, a morning's decision
The canyon is calling, so up I go
Rod, reel, and memories a-plenty
Are my faithful companions
Days of youth with Dad at the falls
Rocks made slick from night rains
Turn once child's play into an old man's work
Amazed, but not surprised at time's hand
Slapping branches and pant tearing rocks
Both familiar… enemies mine
A full catch just short of Park's Cabin
I trail to the road and begin my descent
When young I asked Dad, “How far to the camp?”
He would say, “A hop, skip and jump.”
How he saw it that way eludes me still
Supper accomplished at cool, damp sundown
Jokes turn to the trek of tomorrow
“Should it be North or possibly Sand Creek?”
Though spirit of youth abides, we are all older
“Maybe ‘Three Logs' are biting again.”
Burning eyes, campfire smoke
Thus it ends, my Colorado day
© 2009 G. O' Raithbheartaigh
Copyright ©
Eireannach
... [
2009-02-12 12:11:09] (Date/Time posted on
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